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The professor stopped, read everything again, after that he decided to continue to write. Maybe, it's time to change the wrongs he made in the first edition.
My background as a historian the Irith University is truly shown here, I think. I always liked sieges; ever since I was a small boy, I would always sit and listen to stories that the retired soldiers told. Recently, I started writing my book the Great Sieges. While I was gathering material for my book, I found out that I didn't anything about the Revendir battle, or as someone likes to call the Battle of Revendir. I only knew that the battle was fought sometime in the early years of the Gurtal Age; that was all I knew. In the royal court things have changed, I became the royal historian. My first thing on this new position was to find something about this battle. At that time I never knew that King Arthar gave reinforcement to the Wolf clan. I was so pleased. I showed my finding to the King, he in return founded my book. Later, I found out that the battle of Revendir was only one in a series of large battles between two clans. What could I do? I needed to change the mistake I made. So, I decided to go for a second edition of my book.
He stopped for a moment; he always had the feeling that the notes are large and that he should reedit them. The part, he always didn't like. He turned to the paper.
While searching the Revendir battle, I found two more battles. I decided to add them to this edition.
The second battle started with the rebellion of the Wolf clan.
The battle resulted in a major Wolf victory and disaster for Certin Hirt, becoming a turning point in the politics of the Damman clan, which had to abandon its hopes of extending the kingdom to the Fergian Sea. For the Wolf clan, the victory meant an increase in morale and the further evolution of the independent state.
The victory represented the survival of the Wolf clan, as well as the beginning of a period of tense relations between Bathaar and the Damman clan, which lasted until 44, when Bathaar sent his son Aloreth in order to re-establish a relationship between the two clans.
Because of its large financial power, the Damman clan quickly rebuilt its army and found itself in conflict with the Reiadan Empire in 37.
However, the Damman king maintained a de jure
suzerainty over the Wolf clan until the diplomatic disputes had been resolved.The third one, I think, is my favorite one.
In 49, Mirzan took control of Nevrast after the Battle of Şhrimnă. In autumn 49, Mirzan was elected prince of Nevrast by the Estates of the country. Although the Emperor Jargend II wanted Mirzan and his general Bista to govern Nevrast together, Mirzan, the de facto ruler, despised Bista from their initial meetings. Therefore, at a certain point in 50, Mirzan became disgraced at the Hasberian emperor.
In 50, Dammanian noblemen from Nevrast rebelled against Mirzan and gathered an army near Gyrthérvár (southern part of Nevrast). The troops of Bista joined the Dammanian noblemen rebelling against Mirzan. The ethnic Dammanian Seekers, however, kept supporting Mirzan as he had confirmed the Seekers privileges disputed by the Dammanian nobility.
Bista marched against the Wolf army which Mirzan had gathered in the small village of Mirtianó, a few kilometers north of the river Mureth. The Wolf army numbered approximately 22,000, consisting mainly of mercenaries of different nationalities, including Dammanian Seekers, Corrasaack, and Erithians.
Barba Nortac led the cavalry at the center of the army. Bista's army of 30,000 consisted of troops of the Dammanian nobility, Reiadan and Saxeren troops, mostly mercenaries.
Mirzan's forces began the battle with a well-positioned cannonade from a hillside, while his main troops were protected in the town by 2,000 Seekers gunmen. In this first stage, many Dammanian noblemen were killed by cannonballs, and the battle appeared to be setting itself as an easy victory for Mirzan. The cannons continue to fire; the battle lasted for two more hours. The Principality of Nevrast and the Wolf clan were finally freed from the suzerain power of the Dammanian clan.
Now, I am going to talk about my favorite subject, sieges. Throughout history, there were a lot of sieges, and there will be even more. In this segment I only choose one, because, to me, it was the most interesting.
There have been at least eight sieges of Starling Castle, a strategically important fortification in Starling, Scetlar. Starling is located at the crossing of the River Hertia, making it a key location for access to the north of Scetlar and once was a home wizards, witches, warlocks, etc.
The castle changed hands several times between Kertian's and Scetlar's control during the Wars of Scetlar's Independence (96–137). In 99, the castle was in Kertian's hands, when the constable, Jortin Salpter, was besieged by the Scetlars. In 104, Egwaren I of Kertian besieged the Scetlars, deploying siege engines to force the garrison to surrender. In 137, a siege by Sir Andred Murtain failed to retake the castle. Between 151 and 155, the castle was besieged three times by Scetlars factions during the reign of Xert VI. In 161, Jirtin Lentar captured the castle during his invasion of Scetlar. The final siege took place in 176, when Verian Kirt Yert besieged the castle during the final Zertubian rising.
He stopped. In his head he heard the words of his publisher. He continued to write.
I'll add this part here. The shortened version of the siege of 104.
After the defeat of Yargand Vertin's Scetlar army at the Battle of Fardala in 98, it took Egwaren I six years to gain full control of Scetlar. The last stronghold of resistance to Kertian's rule was Starling Castle. Armed with twelve siege engines, the Kertians laid siege to the castle in April 104. For four months the castle was bombarded by lead balls (stripped from nearby temple roofs), Ghaetilian fire, stone balls, and even some sort of gunpowder mixture. Egwaren I had sulphur and saltpetre, components of gunpowder, brought to the siege from Kertian.
Impatient with the lack of progress, Egwaren ordered his chief engineer, Master Jirgen of St.Misterin, to begin work on a new, more massive engine called Warwolf (a trebuchet). The castle's garrison of 30, led by Yargand Orgen, eventually were allowed to surrender on 24 July after Egwaren had previously refused to accept surrender until the Warwolf had been tested.
Despite previous threats, Egwaren spared all the Scetlars in the garrison and executed only one Kertianman who had previously given over the castle to the Scetlars. Sir Yargand Orgen was imprisoned in the Tower of Lisbenn.
I better add a age chart, to explain things.
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I only need one more battle and the King's biography, and I'm done.
The Battle of Piornce took place on 27 September 231 between the Kingdom of Eritnia and the Knightly Order of the Teurton Star (also known as the Knightly Order ).
The Knightly Order attempted to take Fast Kuzdin after standing all day in the sun. The Reiadan army from the Knightly Order had 7,000 men, and was opposed by a Erithian army of 5,000 men. On 27 September 231, one-third of the Knightly Order's force of knights under Dietrich von Altenburg left the blockaded peasant town of Piornce. The Erithians, under Wladislaw Nergi (Wladislaw I the Elbow-high) and his son Casdian, immediately attacked in a frontal assault. They were immediately joined by Erithian detachments hiding in a forest to the left of the town. Reportedly, during the first phase of the battle Prince Casdian was ordered to depart so as not to deprive the Erithian Kingdom of the presumptive heir. Despite this, in three hours the Teurton knights had been defeated and their leader captured. The Erithian forces were victorious in this phase of the battle, took prisoner 56 knights, and freed many Erithian captives.
However, upon hearing the sounds of battle from Piornce, rear elements of the Reiadan formations rushed to aid their fellow knights, and soon another third of the Knightly Order's forces arrived. The long and bloody battle resumed and continued until dark, with high casualties on both sides. Erithia scored a clear victory, with Reuss von Plauen, commander of the Reiadan army, and another 40 knights taken prisoner by the Erithians. After fleeing Piornce, the knights withdrew to Thoruń (Thorn).
Despite the Erithian victory on the field, the battle is traditionally regarded as inconclusive given that the Knightly Order was not destroyed . Nevertheless, it was an important battle for Erithia, which was just regaining its stature as a country on the international scene, and held its own against a powerful military force.
An estimated over 4,000 men (combined) were said to have fallen on the field of the battle. Of these, 73 were Knight Brothers of the Knightly Order (the highest-ranking members of the Order). Over one half of the dead were Reiadans, who had to retreat back to Thoruń, their death toll climbing to one third of all their knights taking part in the war. The Erithian armies, also suffering heavy casualties, did not follow the retreating Reiadans.
The Battle of Piornce is commemorated on the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier, Sergia, with the inscription "
Piornce 27 IX 331".VIThe throne room was empty that day, nobody entered, and nobody exits. Lord Iritain and Lord Gertan looked at the throne, an uncomfortable wooden chair. That chair was used as a throne for three generations. There must be secret to why it is used.“I still don't get it, why they use this chair?” Lord Iritain looked at the arm rests, they were ordinary arm rests. They was nothing strange about them.“It keeps them focused on the speaker.” Lord Gertan said behind him.Iritain turned. He greeted him with a discussed look on his face. Gertain was that type of a character that would do anything to save himself. On the other hand, Iritain admired him, for his never-ending struggle for power.“How?”“if the chair is comfortable one than the king would fall asleep, this way he's constantly focused on the speaker.”“You mean to say, that they are focused by
VIIIThe sorcerer was already asleep, when the king entered. The king stopped for a moment, looking deeply into the sorcerer's eyes, they were widely opened. The king made a silly face, waived his hand in front of the sorcerer, there was no reply. What else could he do? The sorcerer was asleep, no, he was sleeping like a log. The king took one feather from his hat, and started tickling the sorcerer.“Very funny, Your Grace.” the sorcerer said.“You're awake!” the king said.“Yes.”“I need your help.”“What kind of help? A spell or two? Something complex?”“Yes.”“Leave it to me.”“I want you to scare someone.”“Easy.”The sorcerer entered the circle, looked at his sides, and started speaking the magical words. A layer of black smoke appeared around the circle. The sorcerer continued.
XIritian entered the room, hoping to find Abigail. The room was empty, no, the whole house was empty. Everything that was important, she has taken with her.In the middle of the room there stood a table. It was strange for him to see that table there. On the table there stood a letter. He opened the letter and read what was written inside:My lord,I have talked to Lady Joanna. You must know that all is well and she is in love with the king. She waits the king's move. I hope that you are well. We are all, only pawns in the king's game. I bet, that you already know this. Watch yourself, there are people that will kill for you position in the king's court. You have played you part, I will now, play mine.I hope, that I will see you soon.Yours truly,AbigailIritian left the house with a smile, the first one in three years since his wife has left him for
XIIThe samurai walked down the path. Olgierd looked at him. That man was strange. His hair was strangely placed on the top of his head. He carried two swords, the long one was on his back while the normal one was around his waist. Both of the swords were made in the same pattern. The long was twice the size of the normal one. Olgierd betted that the samurai's second sword was lighter than his. The shape and the curve meant that the sword-man was extremely fast. He heard stories about them, unlike most people, Olgierd believed in stories.Three hooligans went on the opposite side of the road. They saw the samurai and immediately stated attacking him. The samurai pulled out his sword, he made a fast vertical attack. The closest hooligan fell on his knees. Blood soaked his red tunic that could only mean, that the cut was deep. He tried to get up. Blood gushed in streams. His lifeless body fell to the ground. The samurai lunged at them the r
XIVA lone wolf watched as they went their way. He could barely be seen in the thick bush. But, he was there. They know it. They didn't know how large he was. He was the only 'friend' that saw them leave for the sea. The wolf's expression change. His teeth were bare. Now, they knew that it was a large wolf. He waited. He stood there like a statue. There was no way, that they could defeat him. They were sure of it.“What will you do now?” the captain asked.“Don't know. I will think something.” Olgierd said.“You are going east, and you don't know what to do next?”“I know, what I'm doing next.”“What?” the captain steered the ship from the sharp stones. “That was close.”“I'm going to change my name.”“In, to what?”“I'll think of something.”Olgierd turned. He walked to the si
A few years later peace still continues, but not for everyone.REPAIRSAgilrwar lifted his head; his eyes shinned with a fiery red glow. His head turned to the side, he sniffed the air. There was a new smell in the air, a smell that he didn't smell, ever since the castle became his. His eyes turned black with the iris blue, as ice. His face remained the same, cold and distant. He sniffed again. The smell disappeared. His eyes looked at the columns of the main hall. A miserable pile of rubble, it has been his six months, since he gave the order to repair the roof and every defect the castle had. Six months passed, and what they did, repaired a few parts, nothing and nothing less, just a few parts. The parts survived for two months, and with the first rains, the holes opened again. He moved to the other side. A drop of rain fell on his head; he stood up, walked down the wet red carpet. His face looked at every corner. The more he looked, th
HOMEThe North of the continentPhiawuqoais Kufluywan, a cold and rugged place, surrounded by four of five highest mountains in all of Phiawuqoa.It is a land where heroes are made and legends are created in the sharpness of the land.One part of the land is a rich forest, the other a desolated place.From the harsh land appeared a tall youth, Buckler, who had different views of leadership. At first, he secretly revolted against Galad, but after that more and more openly, until, he challenged Galad to battle. In the meantime, Galad was creating an heir.Galad accepted the proposal and defeated Buckler.Archyr, a hardened warrior, defeated the rest of the army.“Brother, we must go!” said the tall man that stood near the edge of the mountain.“Yes, you`re right, the mountain will explode!” Korundus replied.After a couple of days, the Dommunirr landed
O, great King Gilwar, who heard you tale? Who knows your true tale? Nobody of the living people, at least. Why is that so? Why are you forgotten? Not in a million years, you should be forgotten. But you are. It's time to change that. Our story begins with a hero destined to be king, if he defeats all the obstacles in his path. A path, that won't be easy. After many hard months and even harder obstacles, he is near his goal. Will he succeed? If the old stories are true… maybe… Gilwar turned; his face was filled with dread. How many more must he defeat, to achieve his goal? A goal, that seemed to be farther than ever before. Nothing, in this world, could defeat his iron will. He stopped, looked in front of him. Must he kill his own people to achieve his goal? A lonely woman walked towards him. Her eyes are black as night. Something was terribly wrong with her. She walked like a puppet. Gilwar moved a step back shocked. There was no way, that that woman could wa
IAlbert walked with every possible thought in his mind, good or bad. As he walked the sword was near hand, the legendary sword. It was comforting, that one thought was more than enough to raise his spirit. He was near the opening. Down below the earth, placed in an endless cavern, the Dark One was preparing to be free once again. No one of the blessed had noticed that the world has changed, that everything changed, and that even the darkness around them changed. As always, there are is a group that noticed everything. He wondered in what group he was placed, even before the truth was told he know deep inside that everything has changed and he could fell that but couldn't see it.He waited. The Dark One will soon appear, he didn't know in what form and how much powerful he will be. He will appear.IIThe magical chains around Rolfheim, the first among the gods that created this world until he fell, slowly we
In darkness of his workroom, the emperor sat, thinking what to do next. He had a lot of options to think about. All of them look like the right decision, but on careful analyzes, every decision was wrong. He was at a standstill. Hours passed, he was still at the beginning. To him, they looked like minutes. Minutes, he spent in reviewing. There was always something that he missed.His grandfather was a great strategist and his father before him. Everyone in his family was a great strategist, but no one has a problem that he clashes with. The maps were scattered on a large, massive oak table, maps of all sizes and meanings. The oak table was from his great-grandfather's time. The north is in chaos and the regional lords are fighting against each other, it's more than a good time to attack.King against king, brother upon brother, and the empire was never stronger. In the year since he became emperor, the state has grown dramatically. No one had glorious beginnings, not e
TRAVELING STONEHjolt wandered through the dark corridors that lead to massive crisscrossed system of caves. Who knows how long did he wander? Darkness was everywhere around. He stumbled and tumbled in the darkness, until he didn’t found a brass hinged door. Naturally, he tried for the hinge, but the door didn’t open. He tried again. When he was ready to take a respite, a voice from spoke the following lines:"Once a dark-eyed Argan girlShod my horse.She asked for a small amount of moneyNot highly valuing her work.What’s your name, young lady?And the young lady replies:"You’ll hear my nameIn the clatter of your horse’s hooves."I rode along the street,I galloped the roads,And along the path among brown rocks,And among gray rocks.
I The border with Kirdan, stretched as long as the eye could see, the ground trembled with their gallop. They rode without rest, for days, swift as a wind, for they must deliver a message to Albin. Important news await, which he alone must hear. Their armors were the same; hard to spot the difference between them, the heraldry, which hung on their right shoulder, was the same; a yellow turtle on a green field, the sigil of House Transin. The bull horn-helmed knight stopped for a moment, looked at the worn-down signpost. His dark green eyes looked at the names on the board. He mounted his steed, turned to the other direction and galloped, the others followed in toe. "Kerd is that way,"said the first knight. "True,"replied the bull horn-helmed knight. "Why are we going in the opposite direction?" "Would you go to Kerd?" "No." "Neither would I." "That's the point." "You think that Albin
IThe year is 263 of the Ertail Age, during the tenth anniversary of King Kird's ascension to the throne of Northern Moscodia. Two brothers feuded over the birthright for the throne of Felard, who at the time was the center for the druidic brotherhood and the main trading center for the whole region Uthtira. The older brother tried peacefully to calm down his younger brother, but alas, his efforts were futile. The younger brother was manipulated by his wife Girtanna, who lusted for wealth and power of Felard. There were rumors that she had an affair with the older brother. Who knows is this true or not? Man with higher knowledge say that one of the keys to the treasure chamber of the late King Galbar is hidden somewhere in Ferlard.The older brother moved his hand across the cold marble of the statue; he looked up at the eyes of the Wolf God. He always wondered in recent time, do the all mighty gods ever hear the prayers of ordinary people and nobles.
IThe morning sun shinned bright in the first days of winter, giving a false feeling of warmth. Herbog walked up the creaking, dried oaken steps. He stopped, looked at the guards on the palisade. The guard turned to left, continued down the palisade. Herbog looked up at the sigil of House Aswar, a proud lion danced on the light breeze. He wondered was it a good omen or a bad one, he wasn't very religious, most problems he resolved with the sword, if you could call that large piece of steel a sword. The soldier waited for him to get up, Herbog turned towards the show-covered field; it will be a harsh winter, it always was and will be, ever since the new king came."I don't like it,"the guard said while covering his face with mask that hung lowered to his chest."Neither do I,"Herbog replied.The man turned, "always the same blasted weather.""It could be worse.""True, but still it's blasted.""I know."
Thunderbolts lighted the cloudless sky, made strange patterns, which the astonished viewers watched without breath. Never have they seen such splendor and might. The thunderbolts were a strange and mystical sight in these dry, desert parts of the Continent. It was unheard of, let alone witnessed on a cloudless night like this. It was a strange omen of things to come. The viewers watched as the thunderbolts glided across the sky, meeting in the middle and, once more, going their separate serpentine ways. The children were terror-stricken but had enough courage to continue watching. In the meantime, in a distant and hidden place, a child was born. Its fate was already decided. Tonight, the witches will come for it. A woman stood nearby; there must be something that she could do, anything even the smallest thing would change to course."Ashal rar' an el da raet,"the words stop in her throat. T
IRuins of the old hill fort stood on the top of the Hill, the Hill as it was called, was closer to a mountain than to a hill. Long ago, the fort was a place of splendor and envy. Now, everything that's left is a ruin, a home for the Dread King and his servants. The main watchtower was the only thing that remained same. In its prime, the fort hand at least five or six watchtowers. The dense, lush forest, that surrounded the fort, has changed beyond recognition.People, now a day, call it the dark forest. Once a mystical place, now you can only find ghouls and other creatures from nightmares. Even in the daylight hours it was pretty dark in the forest. The trees with their long branches looked like humans with claws.Wizertein, five months… I ride for that wizard, Jarden thought. He was astonished with the passing of time. To him, it looked like it wasn't more than two or three weeks.In the human tong, Waweren is Tuverin-
IThe group of men stood and debated in the large longhouse. The major sat in his high chair, which was decorated with two fierce eagles. "What are we to do?"he asked. He had a brooding face that saw seventy winters, each stronger than the other."We will have a wedding,"Olaf replied. "Who's with me?"The hall cheered."Is the choice unanimously?"the mayor stood up. "I ask again."Everyone raised their hands."The matter is closed. Sing men, let the hall echo."The stood up and started to sing:"Friends and kinsfolk met to deliberate To whom would they marry off their kinswoman this year? Rosy youth They deliberatedTo whom would they marry off their kinswoman this year? We want you to wed the son of a king Who has more gold than poor Roland has land? Wed the son of a king